“I’ll drop you off here tomorrow night.”Angel glanced at him quickly as he sped away from the club. It was usually one hundred dollars per hour,... for a girl. If he had paid for two days with her, at that price…Dante glanced over at her. “Relax,” he reached over and took her hand in his own. Angel stayed quiet. She wasn’t sure what he had planned. She looked out the window, watching the road signs. It was a typical thing for her to do. If something ever happened to her, she would need to know. She closed her eyes for a moment and then felt his hands go in sequence to her sides, then up from her waist to the side of her tits… If he’d only know what she wanted right now, he wouldn’t go there! she thought in her aroused mind. His hands dissappearde for a while and then she felt her calves being touched simultaniously with bth his hands, the liquid of the lotion sticking to her perfect skin… up up and more up he spread in to the edge of her panties, but without hesitation, Lillian puts. If he'd used matches to burn her there should have been remnants lying about. But there weren't any.? ?Hmm, sounds like an intriguing murder mystery that would make a great subject for a documentary.? She smiled and glanced at my camcorder sitting on its tripod by the closet. She got up and walked over to it. Her heels clicked on the wood floor. ?Is this what you use for your documentaries?? She stood with her back arched, the palms of her hands resting on the back of. Going part-time once I get my timetable arranged at Uni. It’s £20 an hour so the money will help me keep my debts under control.” She continued trying to ignore her boyfriend’s attention.“Great. You can buy me a better Christmas present than you did last year.” He laughed as she moved away and got to her feet.“Oh really?” Joanne stood there with her hands on her hips, smiling at Peter before continuing.“Up those stairs young man and when I get to my room you had better be face down on my bed.